before the fire, with a mongrel dog on each side of him, was a withered and bent old man.
These, and the old woman who came to the door to speak with the strangers, were all the occupants of the huge apartment.
Some other details Tregenna took in, such as the extreme cleanliness of the uneven red-tiled floor, of the long deal table at the north end of the room, of the yellow-washed, rough walls. He noted the brown-and-red earthenware vessels on the tall oak dresser, the hams and bunches of herbs dangling from dark beams above.
The next moment he was saluting the old dame, in answer to her respectful curtsey.
A little, clean, bright-eyed woman she was, spotless as to cap and apron, and as active as if the stick she carried were for ornament rather than use. Recognizing the brigadier with a smile, she dropped a curtsey to him, and asked his pleasure.
"Faith, dame, 'tis no pleasure brings us here, but rather the reverse; since I have reason to think you played me false t'other day, and that you know more about those
